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Jonathan Mann
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Ben Arthur - Dresden
03:41
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Dresden
This is my wife Pat, smile like a Cheshire Cat
This here is Wes, he’ll screw anything in a dress
Can we not do this here? Kinda looks bad
I’m not the one who banged an undergrad
We want to welcome you…to modern day Dresden
Who fears Hiroshima when you're living in Dresden
Don't need to go nuclear for mutual destruction
Don't have to force a nasty divorce
1000 cuts is our natural course
Who fears Hiroshima when you’re living in Dresden
I’m not that old, just look at me
You ended our sex life unilaterally
I’m still thin, I look great!
It’s who you won’t fuck, not what you don’t eat
We’re here to welcome you…to modern day Dresden
Who fears Hiroshima when you're living in Dresden
Don't need an H bomb for mutual destruction
The nuclear winter in Nagasaki
Sounds like a nice excuse for ice hockey
Who fears Hiroshima when you’re living in Dresden
You might think we would resort
As a matter of course to divorce court
But then you’d miss out on all the fun!
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Susan Hwang - No Answer
02:54
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Let me be a song singing, a dance dancing, a story telling, a life living.
Let me be a sex sexing, a fix fixing, a joke joking, a love loving.
The birds don’t care at all that life’s replete with human woes.
All the people die, it’s po-tee-weet and so it goes...
We are structured to ask why when there really is no answer.
Is it to make us feel like idiots, oh that’s right, there is no answer.
What if Kilgore trout is right about the hum and fear of cancer
The dimensions that make you sick or pregnant, oh right, there is no answer.
No answer, no answer no answer no answer
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So don’t have bad sex, but if you do, don’t concentrate on it.
Concentrate on the good sex, and all the good moments…
tHat’s all we have. We are bugs, in amber,
That’s all we have. Just love and amber.
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Can I be a bug trapped in love?
With my old legs and my young
Can I Can I Can I can I Can I can I can I be a bug in love?
Time… there’s no spending it
It’s just suspending
Everything we know in it
Living has to happen in something
It happens in time…
What you want is not what you get
We ask questions with no answer
We’re the nuts in the nougat
We’re the bugs in the amber
Let me be a song singing, a dance dancing, a story telling, a life living.
Let me be a sex sexing, a fix fixing, a joke joking, a love loving.
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The birds don’t care at all that life’s replete with human woes.
All the people die, it’s po tee weet and so it goes...
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We are structured to ask why when there really is no answer.
Is it to make us feel like idiots, oh that’s right, there is no answer.
What if Kilgore trout is right about the hum and fear of cancer
The dimensions that make you sick or pregnant, oh right, there is no answer.
No answer, no answer no answer no answer
You don’t need a delorean
Say the Tralfamadorians
G a- B C
break - B C
(You don’t need a flux capacitor
If you come from tralfamador)
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Burning City
Mustard gas and roses on your breath
You call them on the phone
The middle of the night
You’re still awake
You’re all alone
It doesn’t help that much to know
They’re still out there somewhere and always will be
Blazing in your mind just like
The image of a burning city
When Sodom and Gomorrah
Were destroyed in deadly rain of fire
You knew you shouldn’t look back
But the past it snagged you like barbed wire
You turned to salt
You turned to stone
You turned to cinders ash and putty
Smoldering like coals
In the rubble of a burning city
How do you measure the present?
How wide is it, how deep?
Somebody’s playing with the clocks
How much is yours to keep?
The alcohol makes mustard gas
And roses linger on your breath
It seems like there should be more comfort
In the truth of time and death
We live forever
Trapped in amber
Moments that pass by so quickly
Racing toward the end
Like we’re fleeing from a burning city
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Natti
02:52
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All Billy's fellow soldiers were dead;
Now, tell me, what was there to be said?
I'd say I know,
Oh yes, I know,
Oh, but so it goes.
And then one day the champagne was flat;
Now, tell me, what'cha say about that?
I say I know,
Oh yes, I know,
Oh, but so it goes.
Things live and then things die, that's just the way it is,
Like every glass of Coke that's poured will one day lose its fizz,
And every music star gets burned out by the music biz;
Everybody knows -- so it goes.
We give our music all that we've got,
But will we make it? Probably not.
Oh, but we know,
Yes, we know,
Oh, that so it goes.
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I shot my first deer on a winter day - when I was ten years old
When I looked through the sights my hands were shaking cause the barrel was so damn cold
My daddy told me to take a breath and then let it out real slow
I squeezed the trigger and the deer went down in a pool of blood on the snow
Blood – Blood on the snow
After Pearl Harbor I wanted to fight, so I joined up as a ranger.
They shot bullets overhead as we crawled in the dirt, to get us used to danger
Tommy stuck his head up and then he fell down – I asked if he was hurt
But the only thing that came out of his mouth was a trickle of blood on the dirt
Blood – Blood on the dirt
My real war started on D-Day climbing up the cliff at Pointe-du-Hoc
The Krauts didn’t figure we could get up that way – we gave ‘em quite a shock
I tossed my grenade in a German bunker – I don’t say it was neat.
I looked inside and all I saw was a spatter of blood on concrete
Blood – Blood on concrete
When winter came, my buddy and I got stuck behind enemy lines
With a pair of morons slowing us down – or else we’d have been fine
So we ditched them and we went to lie in wait where we thought the Germans would go
But now I’m dying with a hole in my back in a pool of blood on the snow
Blood – My blood on the snow
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We all float through time warps
From babies to corpse
We’re lapdogs to our fate
Spring time awaits
You can push you can shove
But there isn’t much love
In denying your defeat
Life can be so sweet
Stock up on souvenirs
Try to remember years
You walked through in your sleep
There is no once upon
Life is a time bomb
That’s already gone off
But the birds always sing
Everything
Lives on in their (song)
All These digital snapshots
The modern day amber rocks
Freezing time in a glow
Golden and soft
All these moments of sentiment
No more than sediment
Blowing through space
Always in their place
Stock up on souvenirs
Try to remembers years
You walked through in your sleep
There is no once upon
Life is a time bomb
That’s already gone off
But the birds always sing
Everything
Lives on in their (song)
All of these moments
They have always been here
The mother or soldier
Living peace or in fear
Your car and your home
Just illusions of the present
Nothing stays the same
And nothing ever changes
It just is
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The Bushwick Book Club Brooklyn, New York
We started in January 2009 playing songs written in response to Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions. We haven't stopped since. We've written & performed songs inspired by everything from "On The Origin of Species" to Dr. Seuss to Raymond Carver. There are BBCs popping up nationwide now. Bushwick Book Club Seattle started in 2010 & is run by Geoff Larson. Our nerdy dare-devilry knows no bounds. ... more
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